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Fern was always painfully honest. She simply did not see the point sometimes in pretending you were doing one thing when clearly you were doing another. Plus it was fun to see people's reactions when the truth was more fun than a lie.

"'Course I'll help! But only with the guidin' bit, not the book bit. Afraid I can't decide which one would be for you if our wings depended on it."
And so, Fern turned on her heel and began walking gently and quietly to the end of the case. She didn't think that this place was so difficult to navigate; all you really had to do was go to the end until you hit a wall and keep adjacent to it. But apparently to some ground-dwellers, finding your bearings was difficult.
Fern turned around to make sure he was coming before turning right. From there on it was a straight walk for a bit.
Her eyes turned back to Len. He was an attractive boy, but she knew better than to get feelings for someone who could barely compare in age to that of her own slipper. Still, he would be a nice friend.
"Maybe writin' your own story would be better if this place is too much for you."

"Of course I've written my own story!" she said, finding it funny that he should even ask. She had lived for hundreds of years. When you were around for that long, you tended to try everything at least once. Her laughing brown eyes looked at him once more before turning over to a shelf, then up towards the ceiling.
"But I do find people more interestin' than a book, sometimes. Especially the mortals 'round here. Terribly sorry if I offend, but they're a child to those of us who can't die of old age. It's quite something, for them to be adults at about twenty."

Fern thought about it all for a moment. At twenty, she had still been learning such a great deal about the world. She had just come to truly be as a person, but her life was just beginning. Age didn't claim her body like these mortals... and it frightened her to think that in fifty years some of them might be dead. That was the reason for some of her kind not to befriend mortals. The pain of losing a friend so quickly was terrible, but also, some of them never truly understood how to behave or interpret the world in the time they had.
But she did have to be accepting of them for all their foolishness, and so she acted quite foolish herself. After all, where was the fun in actually acting her age?

Fern noticed how he fell behind, but said nothing about it. She did, though, hear his few words about being just like them. It was true and not worth commenting on, and so they kept walking. To his words about her story, though, Fern turned right around to look him in the face. She kept walking backwards, not minding if she might walk into anything. There was a certain ease with how she interacted in her environment, as if nothing would pose a problem.
"It wasn't a great story. Just a tale about adventure in the forest and love..." And suddenly Fern took on a far more serious and grounded way of speaking. Even her movement was a bit less flighty than it had been.
"Guess you might say it was brought on by me findin' a young man. He's an elf, though. And a noble. Wee bit o' a problem with us bein' so fond of each other..."

Gavin was his name. Fern thought of his dark eyes and lovely face. He was strong in body and spirit, and had unruly black hair that she adored. All of him was rather strange for an elf as most had light hair and colored eyes. Annabelle Souris, a prominent professor on campus, also had odd coloring about her, though her brown hair and eyes were still light. Gavin reminded Fern of a crow. Just thinking about him made her miss him terribly.